Chapter 4 of 5 · 59 words · ~1 min read

III.

Taft says we are artistic, which is true; We see no need of everlasting toil, Our minds have higher things always in view Than delving in the black and dirty soil. To be assemblymen is our desire, Or, failing that, we want some office high'r. That's why we want th' _Americano_ band Hustled, forthwith, from out our suff'ring land: